THE SECOND PROPOSAL
PARTY 3
The drive home from Jazzhole was a nightmare. Rain lashed against the windshield like nails, and Lagos traffic choked the streets, but Emeka saw none of it. His mind replayed Amaka’s words on a loop: “Nneka was the reason Chioma said no.” The WhatsApp printouts lay on the passenger seat—each message a knife twisting in his gut.
“Don’t worry, he’ll move on. And when he does… I’ll be there.”
Nneka’s words. Her plan.
He found her in their living room, bathed in the blue glow of her laptop. She was scrolling through wedding venues—a luxury resort in Calabar with palm-fringed pools. Her smile vanished when she saw his face.
“Emeka? You’re back early—”
“How long have you known Chioma?”
The question hung in the air like smoke. Nneka’s fingers froze over the keyboard. For a heartbeat, her mask slipped—panic flashed in her eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by confusion.
“Chioma? Your ex? Why would you ask about her now?”
“Answer me.” His voice was low, dangerous.
She stood, smoothing her wrapper. “We… met a few times. At events. Why?”
He threw the printed messages at her feet. Paper fluttered like wounded birds. “Best friends, Nneka. You and her. That’s why you never mentioned her. Because you didn’t want me to know you were whispering poison in her ear while I loved her!”
Nneka stared at the papers. A tremor ran through her hands. When she looked up, her eyes had changed. The warmth was gone. Replaced by something cold, calculating.
“So Amaka found you,” she said softly. “That bitter witch.”
Emeka stepped closer. “You destroyed us. You told her lies about me!”
“Lies?” Nneka laughed—a sharp, brittle sound. “I saved Chioma from a mistake. She wanted to go to Oxford, become a human rights lawyer. You would’ve clipped her wings! Married her, knocked her up, and stuck her in your mother’s house in Enugu!”
“You don’t know that!”
“I knew her!” Nneka’s voice rose. “She was weak! Always crying about ‘hurting Emeka.’ Pathetic!” She kicked the papers aside. “Yes, I told her you’d cheat. Yes, I said you’d resent her dreams. And you know what? I was right! Look at you—still stuck at that bank job, still scared to leave Lagos!”
Emeka recoiled. This wasn’t the woman he’d proposed to. This was a stranger. A predator.
“And after you broke her heart?” he whispered. “You just… took her place?”
Nneka’s smile was icy. “I fixed what she threw away. You were drowning, Emeka. I gave you life again. Me.”
A knock shattered the silence.
Three sharp raps.
Emeka yanked the door open—and froze.
Chioma stood on the threshold.
Time folded in on itself. She looked thinner, her cheeks hollowed. Her simple yellow dress was faded, her hair tucked under a frayed gele. But her eyes—wide, urgent, full of unshed tears—were the same.
“Emeka,” she breathed. “I came as soon as Amaka told me you knew.”
Behind him, Nneka hissed, “Get out.”
Chioma ignored her, her gaze locked on Emeka. “She didn’t tell you everything.”
Nneka lunged forward. “Shut your mouth, Chioma! Haven’t you done enough?”
Chioma flinched but held her ground. “The night you proposed, Emeka… I didn’t just say ‘no’ because of her lies.” Her voice trembled. “I was pregnant.”
The world tilted. Emeka gripped the doorframe. Pregnant?
Nneka laughed wildly. “Liar! You always play the victim!”
Chioma’s tears fell now. “I lost the baby. A week after I left you. Stress, the doctor said.” She hugged herself, shaking. “I couldn’t face you after that. And Nneka… she made sure I never could.”
Emeka turned to Nneka. “You knew.”
Nneka’s face was stone. “She miscarried. It happens. Why drag you into her drama?”
But Chioma wasn’t finished. She pointed a trembling finger at Nneka. “Two months after I lost the baby, she sent me this.” She fumbled for her phone, pulled up a photo, and shoved it toward Emeka.
The image blurred, then sharpened: Nneka, in a slinky black dress, pressed against Emeka at a club. His arm was around her waist. He remembered that night—he’d been drunk, mourning Chioma. Nneka had “comforted” him.
Text below the photo:
“He heals in my arms now. You lost. Stay lost.”
Sent by Nneka. To Chioma.
Emeka felt something break inside him. He looked at Nneka—*really* looked. At the woman who’d engineered his pain, stolen his trust, and danced on the grave of his unborn child.
“Get out,” he said, his voice raw.
Nneka’s eyes narrowed. “This is my house too! We’re engaged!”
Emeka yanked the diamond ring from his pocket—the one he’d carried since the proposal, planning to resize it. He hurled it at her feet. It skittered across the tiles like a dropped coin.
“Not anymore.”
Nneka stared at the ring, then at Chioma. Rage twisted her beautiful face into something ugly. “You think she’s better? She abandoned you! I fought for you!”
Chioma stepped forward, fire in her tear-streaked eyes. “You didn’t fight. You cheated. You stabbed your best friend in the back to steal a man who didn’t want you!”
Nneka slapped her.
The crack echoed in the hallway. Chioma stumbled back, hand pressed to her cheek.
Emeka moved like lightning. He grabbed Nneka’s wrist, his voice a guttural growl. “Touch her again, and I’ll forget I ever loved you.”
Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.
Nneka wrenched her arm free. She looked from Emeka to Chioma, her chest heaving. Then, slowly, a chilling smile spread across her lips.
“Fine. Keep your weak, broken princess.” She snatched up her car keys. “But remember this, Emeka: I made you. And everything you love?” She leaned in, her whisper venomous. “I can break it too.”
She slammed the door so hard a framed photo of their engagement night crashed to the floor. Glass shattered over their smiling faces.
Emeka sank against the wall, trembling. Chioma stood frozen, her cheek red, tears silent.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For everything.”
He looked at her—really looked—for the first time in years. The girl he’d loved was still there, beneath the pain and regret. But so much had been stolen.
“The baby…” he choked out. “Our baby…”
Chioma hugged herself tighter. “A girl. I named her Ifeoma. ‘Beautiful thing.’”
Grief, fresh and brutal, washed over him. He reached out—not knowing if he wanted to hold her or push her away.
But before he could speak, Chioma’s eyes rolled back.
She crumpled to the floor.
Emeka caught her just before her head hit the tiles. Her skin was cold, clammy.
“Chioma! Chioma!”
Her eyelids fluttered. Her lips moved, forming one faint, terrifying word:
“Poison…”
To Be Continued...

THE SECOND PROPOSAL
PART 2
The days after the proposal were a blur of celebration. Emeka’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—calls from friends, family, and coworkers all eager to congratulate him. His mother had screamed so loud when he told her that his father had joked, "Ah, this woman don forget she get high blood pressure!"
Nneka, now his fiancée, was glowing. She had immediately changed her social media status to "Engaged" and posted a dozen pictures of the ring from every angle. Emeka didn’t mind. He loved seeing her happy.
But something… tiny… nagged at him.
One evening, while scrolling through old photos on his phone, he stumbled upon a picture from two years ago—a group photo at his friend Tunde’s wedding. There he was, standing beside Chioma, her smile soft and familiar. And just behind them, barely in the frame… Nneka.
His thumb froze.
Wait… Nneka was at that wedding?
He frowned. He had met Nneka that night, or so he thought. But in this photo, she wasn’t just a random guest—she was standing right next to Chioma, their arms linked like close friends.
Since when did Nneka and Chioma know each other?
A cold trickle of suspicion ran down his spine. He had never heard Nneka mention Chioma, not even once in two years. And Chioma had never come up in their conversations, even when he talked about his past relationships.
That’s… strange.
The next day, he decided to test the waters.
"Nneka," he said casually as they drove to her parents’ house, "do you remember Tunde’s wedding? The one where we met?"
She was scrolling through her phone but glanced up. "Of course. Why?"
"Nothing. Just thinking about how lucky I got that day." He paused. "You know, I never asked… did you go with anyone? Friends?"
A flicker of something—hesitation?—crossed her face before she smiled. "Just some girlfriends. Why this sudden nostalgia?"
"No reason," he said lightly.
But his mind was racing. She didn’t mention Chioma.
Later that night, while Nneka was in the shower, her phone buzzed on the bedside table. Emeka wasn’t the type to snoop, but when he saw the name on the screen, his blood turned to ice.
"Amaka (Chioma’s Sister)"
Why is Chioma’s sister calling Nneka?
Before he could process it, the phone stopped ringing. A notification popped up—a WhatsApp message preview:
Amaka: "She knows. If she contacts Emeka—"
The rest was hidden.
Emeka’s heart pounded. Knows what? Contacts me about what?
Just then, the bathroom door opened. Nneka stepped out, wrapped in a towel, humming to herself. She froze when she saw him staring at her phone.
"Everything okay?" she asked, her voice suddenly tight.
"Yeah," he lied, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about wedding plans."
She relaxed and picked up her phone, quickly locking it. But the damage was done.
Something was very wrong.
Three days later, Emeka got a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: "We need to talk. It’s about Nneka. And Chioma."
His fingers trembled as he typed back:
"Who is this?"
The reply came instantly.
Unknown: "Amaka. Chioma’s sister. Meet me at Jazzhole tomorrow. 4 PM. Come alone."
Emeka stared at the message, his stomach twisting.
What the hell was going on?
Jazzhole, a quiet bookstore café in Ikoyi, was nearly empty when he arrived. In a corner booth, a woman sat waiting—Amaka. She looked just like Chioma, same high cheekbones, same sharp eyes.
The moment he sat down, she didn’t waste time.
"Nneka was Chioma’s best friend," she said bluntly.
Emeka’s chest tightened. "What?"
Amaka leaned forward, her voice low. "They were close. Very close. Until the day you proposed to Chioma."
Emeka’s mind flashed back—the hesitation in Chioma’s eyes, the way she had left without explanation.
"What are you saying?" he whispered.
Amaka’s next words hit him like a punch.
"Nneka was the reason Chioma said no."
According to Amaka, Nneka had spent *months* subtly poisoning Chioma’s mind—whispering that Emeka was controlling, that he would never let her pursue her career abroad, that he wasn’t as loyal as he seemed.
And on the night of the proposal?
"Nneka was there," Amaka said. "She followed Chioma to the bathroom right before you proposed and told her, ‘If you say yes, you’ll regret it forever.’"
Emeka felt sick.
"And after Chioma left you," Amaka continued, "Nneka swooped in. Exactly as she planned."
Emeka’s hands clenched into fists. All this time, he thought Nneka had saved him. But she had orchestrated his heartbreak.
Amaka slid an envelope across the table. Inside were printed WhatsApp messages—exchanges between Nneka and Chioma from years ago.
One message stood out:
Nneka: "Don’t worry, he’ll move on. And when he does… I’ll be there."
Emeka’s vision blurred with rage.
Nneka hadn’t just been there.
She had stolen him.
TO BE CONTINUED...

THE SECOND PROPOSAL
PART 1
Lagos buzzed with its usual energy—honking cars, the smell of roasted plantain from street vendors, and the distant sound of Afrobeat music floating through the humid air. Inside *La Belle*, one of the most upscale restaurants in Victoria Island, the soft glow of golden chandeliers reflected off polished silverware. The place was known for romance, for celebrations, for moments.
And tonight, it would witness one.
Emeka adjusted his navy-blue agbada for the fifth time, his fingers brushing over the embroidered patterns. His heart hammered against his ribs. Across from him, Nneka sat, radiant in a fitted red dress, her dark skin glowing under the warm light. She sipped her Chapman, her long lashes fluttering as she laughed at something he’d said.
She has no idea what’s coming.
The thought made his palms sweat. He had planned this for weeks—the perfect ring, the perfect setting, the perfect words. He had even rehearsed in front of the mirror, adjusting his tone until it sounded just right.
"Everything okay?" Nneka tilted her head, her burgundy-painted lips curving into a playful smile. "You’ve been quiet."
Emeka cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah. Just… thinking."
"About?"
About how my life changes after tonight.
He reached for his glass of water, buying time. Nneka had been his girlfriend for two years, and in that time, she had become everything to him—his confidant, his peace, his joy. She was smart, ambitious, and had a laugh that could light up the darkest room.
But there was something else.
Something he had noticed but never voiced.
Nneka had a way of steering things—his decisions, his friendships, even his outings. At first, it felt like care, like she just wanted the best for him. But sometimes, when she thought he wasn’t looking, he caught a glint in her eyes. A calculated gleam.
Maybe I’m overthinking.
The waiter arrived with their food—grilled lobster for her, peppered snail for him. Nneka clapped her hands in delight. "Ah! See what you’ve done, making me eat all these expensive things. You want to spoil me!"
Emeka grinned. "You deserve it."
She reached across the table, squeezing his hand. "You’re too good to me."
His heart swelled. This was it. The moment.
As they ate, he kept glancing at the small velvet box hidden in his pocket. His mind flashed back to the first time he met Nneka—at a mutual friend’s wedding. She had been the one to approach him, striking up a conversation with effortless charm. Within weeks, they were inseparable.
But before Nneka, there had been someone else.
Chioma.
Chioma had been his first love—sweet, kind-hearted, the kind of woman who remembered his mother’s birthday without being reminded. They had dated for three years, and he had been sure she was the one. Until the day he proposed.
Right here. At this very restaurant.
That night, Chioma had hesitated, her smile faltering. Then, with trembling lips, she had said the words that shattered him:
"I can’t, Emeka. I’m sorry."
No explanation. No discussion. Just a quiet rejection before she walked out of his life for good.
He had been broken for months. Then Nneka appeared, picking up the pieces, making him believe in love again.
Now, he was ready to move on. To start fresh.
"Nneka," he said suddenly, his voice firmer than he expected.
She looked up, her fork paused mid-air. "Hmm?"
He pushed his chair back and got down on one knee. Gasps erupted from nearby diners. A woman at the next table clutched her chest.
Nneka’s eyes widened. "Emeka…?"
He pulled out the ring box, opening it to reveal a dazzling diamond. "Nneka, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be. Will you—"
But before he could finish, her hands flew to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. "Yes!" she blurted out, laughing through her shock. "Yes, yes, yes!"
The restaurant erupted in applause. Emeka stood, lifting her into a spinning hug, her joy contagious.
As they kissed, he felt complete.
He had no idea that Nneka had been there the night he proposed to Chioma.
No idea that she had whispered in Chioma’s ear just before the proposal, planting doubts, twisting truths.
No idea that this entire relationship had been her design.
And now, she had won.
TO BE CONTINUED...

*The irony of “primitive” versus “civilized” lifestyles - a sickening knowledge gap.*


Most of the chronic diseases troubling Nigerians today didn’t come from our soil.

They came from our silence.
From the things we stopped eating.
From the foods we abandoned in our pursuit of status.

We had everything.

Bitterleaf and ogbono.
Acha, ofada, tigernuts, baobab, African oil bean, locust beans.
We fermented, roasted, sun-dried, and slow-cooked meals that healed the gut and kept the liver sharp.

But somehow, someone convinced us that the very foods that kept our ancestors alive for thousands of years down to us were dirty, local, primitive, and “not balanced.”

And that’s where the problem began.

Walk into most homes in Lagos or Abuja today and ask a child, “What did you eat for breakfast?”
The common answers? Bread and tea. Cornflakes and milk. Chocolate-spread sandwich.

Pap, yam and oil, abacha, moi moi, or okpa have now been reduced to “village foods”.
Yet these were the same meals that built strong teeth, fertile wombs, and clean arteries for generations.

So what really changed?

It wasn’t just colonialism, it was ‘mental colonization’.
The kind that continues today through food ads, Western medical policy templates, and shelves stacked with boxed and packaged meals.

And now we’re seeing the results:
confused diets, weak immunity, hormonal disruption, stunted metabolism, and chronic inflammation from childhood.

We’ve even changed how often we eat and operate out lives.
People now eat three to four times a day while moving less than 1,000 steps daily.
They wake, sit in traffic, sit at work, get home, sit again, and still believe they must eat something every few hours to “stay strong.”

Our ancestors walked to the streams, tilled the ground, fetched firewood, ground melon with stones, and trekked to markets on foot.
Their meals were earned. Their digestion was natural. Their energy, clean.

Today, we mistake laziness for luxury.
We stop our children from sweating and call it love.
We buy them sugar-coated snacks, fast foods, and flavoured drinks thinking it’s care.
Meanwhile, prediabetes, insulin resistance, and fatty liver are already developing quietly in many under-18s. We’ve potentially reduced live-spans of our children without knowing.

Open the average Nigerian fridge today.
Soda. Instant noodles. Sausages. Ice cream. Bread. Yoghurts with corn syrup. Chocolates.
All, ultra-processed. All, pro-inflammatory. All, slowly damaging the brain, liver, and gut microbiome.

Professor Carlos Monteiro, from the University of São Paulo, coined the term “ultra-processed foods” in 2009.
He warned that these items are not merely unhealthy, they are industrially modified substances designed to be addictive and nutrient-empty.

And he was right.

In 2023, The British Medical Journal published a sweeping review of 45 meta-analyses covering 9 million participants.
The results?
Clear associations between ultra-processed food consumption and 32 major health problems, including cardiovascular disease, depression, type 2 diabetes, and premature death.

But in Nigeria, these same foods are branded as ‘premium’.
Imported equals ‘superior’.
Processed equals ‘civilized’.
And native equals ‘backward’.

Even worse, our policymakers follow the same logic.

Most African dietary guidelines are borrowed from the U.S. Food Pyramid or British medical templates.
We wait for WHO, CDC, or USDA to validate the food growing in our backyards.
We ignore the science our grandmothers lived by, science rooted in soil, in climate, in memory.

This is not just a public health issue.
It is a cultural amnesia.

The late Prof. Catherine Acholonu once said, “Our ancestors did not just eat to fill their stomachs they ate to align with nature.”
That’s not superstition.
That’s bio-adaptive nutrition.
That’s metabolic intelligence passed down across time.

And yet, we now look for imported keto kits, foreign wellness apps, and pharmaceutical supplements to solve problems that our food heritage already knows how to prevent.

Dr. Barry Popkin of the University of North Carolina described this global shift as the ‘Nutrition Transition’.
He divided it into five stages.
Africa, right now, is in Stage 4—marked by excessive sugar, seed oils, refined flour, and sedentary living.
What comes next is an epidemic of degenerative diseases.

So let’s be clear:
We’re not just eating wrong.
We’re thinking wrong.

You don’t eat what’s trending, you eat what your DNA understands.
You eat to reduce inflammation.
You eat to support your organs, not to stuff your fridge.

And when sickness finally knocks, the options are fewer.
That’s why prevention is no longer advice, it’s survival.

Self-care is no longer luxury, it’s a return to memory. A return to nature, to our ancestral food heritage.

The healthiest food you can ever eat is the food your ancestors survived on for thousands of years.
It’s coded in your enzymes.
It’s aligned with your gut flora.
It’s built into your bones.

Eat with sense. Not with shame.
Protect your children from food confusion and potential shortened live-spans.
Let them grow up knowing that agidi is not lesser than croissant, and that ogi can nourish better than milk from a tin.

We don’t need another diet plan.
We need cultural clarity.
We don’t need to import everything.
We need to remember what kept our ancestors living strong and gave them longevity.

Because what kept us alive for 1,000 years is not backward,
…it’s what will save us now.

*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 03/07/2025*

2027 elections: Atiku, Obi, Mark launch ADC to unseat Tinubu

Constitution review: Reps to consider 46 new states, 117 LG creation requests

Lakurawa kills 15 in Sokoto village

Over 200 Boko Haram terrorists surrender to troops in Lake Chad axis

Oil producers get boost as NNPC clears legacy debts

FG adds 37 crude evacuation routes, oil rigs increase to 44

NMA gives FG 21 days to avert doctors’ strike

NHIS enrolments hit 20 million, says DG

Lagos LG polls: Only accredited federal security will function – CP

Naira gains N3.42 against dollar as IMF hails CBN FX reforms

Nigeria must review 2025 budget to avert crisis, IMF warns

FG signs manpower agreement with Saint Lucia, begins deployment

US court jails France-based Nigerian 41 months for $8m fraud


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*DID YOU KNOW?*

* Malawi was a one-party state for 30 years. It gained independence on July 6, 1964 with Hastings Banda becoming the first president of the country under the Malawi Congress Party. Banda remained in power for almost 30 years till 1994 when he defeated in the country’s first democratic elections.

* The word “set” has the highest number of definitions—430+ according to the Second Edition of the Oxford English Dictionary!
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My administration changing infrastructure development story across Nigeria – Tinubu

Shettima to privatisation council: Safeguard public interest, ensure due diligence

Senate moves to amend procurement law to support local contractors

Senate to CBN: Your policies have improved economy

Reps seek emergency relief for Niger, Kwara victims

Reps set dates for nationwide constitution review public hearings

Mokwa Flood: 600 Missing Victims Presumed Dead — Lawmakers

Edo Gov’ship: Supreme Court Reserves Judgement

EFCC nabs 18 suspected internet fraudsters in Ogun, seizes Lexus, jewellery

Army committed to Nigeria’s security, democracy — COAS

Customs budget N14.39bn luxury vehicles for senior officers

Customs intercept 111 live parrots, illicit drugs in Adamawa, Taraba

NCC, REA inaugurate committee to boost digital, energy inclusion

Outstanding varsity students to receive N50m venture capital grant – FG

FG presents certificate to Akwa Ibom start-up hubs

FG unveils Renewed Hope housing scheme in Calabar

NIWA governing board vows to curb security threat on waterways

FG records progress in eliminating neglected tropical diseases

CAC announces overhaul of CRP, unveils AI-powered registration portal

FG woos airlines as Ethiopian boosts flights to Lagos

FIRS to hold two-day tax clinic in Lagos for small businesses, startups

Rivers school wins 2025 NLNG quiz prize

FCTA workers end three-day protest, issue fresh ultimatum

Wike hails local contractor, says surviving me proves global competence

Fountain varsity leads five Islamic-based institutions to chart devt plan for Nigeria

Ogoni youths demand herders exit after deadly attacks

OPC to support customs in boosting security — Gani Adams

RTEAN, NURTW demand restoration of speed breakers on Ilorin/Jebba highway

Lagos, Afreximbank train 253 SMEs on export promotion

Ajayi-Kadiri, MAN D-G to FG: Sell Warri, P’ Harcourt Refineries, others now

Ecobank unveils competition for creators, tech entrepreneurs

Benue, N-HYPADEC partner to avert future disasters

David Mark: Tinubu’s Govt So Much At Home With Corruption

David Mark resigns from PDP, joins opposition coalition

Atiku, Obi, El-Rufai, Amaechi, others attend ADC coalition unveiling in Abuja

Damagum: those who left PDP ‘will run back’

Ex-minister Amaechi dumps APC, says Tinubu can’t govern Nigeria

Dele Momodu backs ADC coalition, warns Tinubu against destroying democracy

I’m not leaving Labour Party – Gov Otti dismisses defection rumours

Adeleke, Osun PDP reject Atiku’s coalition, insist party remains strong

Soludo pledges to clear all unpaid gratuity in August

Sanwo-Olu unveils two major roads in Alimosho, Agege

Support community growth, Diri tells corps members

Power shift in Plateau Assembly as APC’s Nanlong emerges Speaker

Oyo plans health centres renovation, boreholes for 30 communities

Over 3,900 girls mobilised to end FGM in Oyo

Ogun workers reject pension scheme over missing N82bn

Oyo launches subsidised transport for varsity students

Lagos suspends BRT lane enforcement on Eko Bridge, Odo Iya-Alaro

Kano bans scrap material imports from N’East after bomb blasts

Anambra killings not targeted at Ebonyi indigenes — Police

Trust military to tackle security challenges, Etsu Nupe urges Nigerians

Ondo community raises alarm over influx, activities of illegal miners

Protest in N’Delta over oil firm’s night voyages

Truck crushes police inspector to death in Ogun

31-year-old man remanded for allegedly assaulting Ekiti woman

Defilement charges dropped as RCCG pastor escapes prosecution hurdle

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*TODAY IN HISTORY*

* On this day in 1988, Iran Air flight 655 en route to Dubai was mistakenly shot down by a US Naval ship, USS Vincennes, killing all 290 people aboard. The Vincennes, a guided missile cruiser, incorrectly identified the plane as a military aircraft. In 1996, the US government made a cash settlement with Iran after it was sued at the International Court of Justice.

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A positive attitude is something everyone can work on, and everyone can learn how to employ it. – Joan Lunden

Good morning

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There is need for calmness in any situation, that moment of calmness brings a lot of convincing measures that will change the narrative.
Try the act of calmness and see the Result it brings.
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THURSDAY 3RD JULY 2025

THE GOD OF POSSIBILITIES

Text: Mark 10:27 KJV

And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.

MESSAGE
I heard the testimony of a former prostitute who had cancer of the womb. When the cancer began to grow, she agreed that the surgeon should quickly remove her womb.

Later, she got saved and began serving God dedicatedly. One day, a Brother in Christ went to her and told her that God revealed to him that she was his wife.

The lady kept telling the Brother not to bother himself and that God couldn’t have told him so. She advised him to go and pray more.

The Brother kept pestering her. One day, she told the Brother, “Stop proposing to me. I have no womb. Go and look for another sister.”

However, the Brother insisted that God actually told him. They got married and God gave her a new womb and she got pregnant. It was her miracle that made the surgeon to accept the Lord Jesus Christ.

I pray that the God of all possibilities will turn your expectations to miracle in the name of Jesus.

We serve a God of all possibilities. In the dictionary of God there is nothing called impossibility.

The good news is that the things that are impossible with men are always possible with God. What men cannot do God is able to make happen.

God specializes in creating something out of nothing. If we take a look at the story of creation we will see how God created the heavens and earth out of nothing.

If we look further into the scriptures, you will see how God divided the mighty ocean ( red Sea) into two and made his people to walk on dry ground.

If you study the new testament, you will see where a young woman, a virgin, became pregnant and gave birth to the Son of God without the involvement of a man. How is that possible? The God of all possibilities at work.

If you read the scriptures further you will see where a man name Lazarus died, no hearbeat, no pulse. He was a dead man, and 3 days later he rose from the grave alive. How is that possible? The God of all possibilities was at work.

We can go on and on, we have scenarios that are too numerous to count.

When we got married doctors said my wife couldn't carry a child due to blocked fallopian tubes. We thrashed the report and held on to the God of all possiblity. By the grace of God today we are blessed with children.

With God all things are possible. There is no impossibility with God. There is nothing too hard for him. There is nothing he cannot do. He is the God of possibilities ( Jer. 32:27)

Take a look at your life, what are those things you have termed impossible? I want you to know that with God all things are possible.

Are you challenged in your health and the doctors have concluded that your condition cannot change?

Are you having a relationship problem that seems irreparable?

Are you indebted or going through a financial challenge that seems impossible to be reversed?

Are you having issues of demonic oppression and manipulation?

Have people concluded that it is over with you and that nothing good can come out of you?

The good news is that the things that are impossible with men are possible with God.

No wonder the Lord said. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest" ( Matt. 11:28 NLT)

WHY IS GOD THE GOD OF POSSIBILITIES

1 There is no challenge too difficult for God to solve.

What problem would you bring to God and he wouldn’t solve?

What pain? what sadness? What struggle? What trial? What trouble? What difficulty? What sickness? What sicknessor affliction?

What is that challenge that God cannot resolve?

Mat 19:26 … with men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.

Your lecturer may call you a dullard. The doctor may say there’s nothing else we can do, you are bound to live with this condition forever. The lawyer may say we’ve done all we can do. Man may say it is over with you, but with God all things are possible.

2 There is no prayer he cannot answer: Prayer remains the spiritual platform for having all our needs met. In prayer God's omnipotence meets with man's impotence.

What is it that thing you could ask God for that he cannot do? There is nothing to difficult, to hard you could ask God to do that he cannot do.

"If you can believe, all things are possible to him that believes ( Mark 9:23)

What is that thing you want God to do for you? Can you believe? Then all things are possible.

"Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them." ( Mk. 11:24)

Someone will say, “I prayed and God didn’t answer.” There is no prayer he can’t answer.

He may say yes, he may say no, or he may say wait, but there is no prayer he can't answer.

3 There is no promise he can’t keep.

There are some people who make promises they can’t keep and they don’t intend to keep, but not God.

People could make promises and not fulfill. What promise or promises has God made that he can’t or won’t keep? If God has promised, he is faithful to fulfill.

"… there hath not failed one word of all his good promise, which he promised…” ( 1Kings 8:56)

4 There is no mountain he can’t move.

"If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, remove hence to yonder place; and it shall be moved; and nothing shall be im-possible unto you" ( Mat 17:20)

What mountain do you have in your life? I have good news for you today -- God is in the mountain moving business.

Mountain represent long standing challenges.

Every everlasting and perpetual hill shall bow in Jesus name.

"...And the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting" ( Hab. 3:6) KJV

The same God, who parted the Red Sea, brought down the walls of Jericho, raised the dead to life and made a virgin to conceive and bear a child, is alive today.

I decree that the God of all possibilities will show up on our behalf in Jesus name

PRAYER POINT

O God of all possibilities, visit me this season in the name of Jesus.

Victor udomoh is the Lead Pastor, Ark of Royals Worship Center AKA Engraced Saints Assembly.

VOICE OF FAITH DAILY DEVOTIONAL

THURSDAY 3RD JULY 2025

THE GOD OF POSSIBILITIES

Text: Mark 10:27 KJV

And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible.

MESSAGE
I heard the testimony of a former prostitute who had cancer of the womb. When the cancer began to grow, she agreed that the surgeon should quickly remove her womb.

Later, she got saved and began serving God dedicatedly. One day, a Brother in Christ went to her and told her that God revealed to him that she was his wife.

The lady kept telling the Brother not to bother himself and that God couldn’t have told him so. She advised him to go and pray more.

The Brother kept pestering her. One day, she told the Brother, “Stop proposing to me. I have no womb. Go and look for another sister.”

However, the Brother insisted that God actually told him. They got married and God gave her a new womb and she got pregnant. It was her miracle that made the surgeon to accept the Lord Jesus Christ.

I pray that the God of all possibilities will turn your expectations to miracle in the name of Jesus.

We serve a God of all possibilities. In the dictionary of God there is nothing called impossibility.

The good news is that the things that are impossible with men are always possible with God. What men cannot do God is able to make happen.

God specializes in creating something out of nothing. If we take a look at the story of creation we will see how God created the heavens and earth out of nothing.

If we look further into the scriptures, you will see how God divided the mighty ocean ( red Sea) into two and made his people to walk on dry ground.

If you study the new testament, you will see where a young woman, a virgin, became pregnant and gave birth to the Son of God without the involvement of a man. How is that possible? The God of all possibilities at work.

If you read the scriptures further you will see where a man name Lazarus died, no hearbeat, no pulse. He was a dead man, and 3 days later he rose from the grave alive. How is that possible? The God of all possibilities was at work.

We can go on and on, we have scenarios that are too numerous to count.

When we got married doctors said my wife couldn't carry a child due to blocked fallopian tubes. We thrashed the report and held on to the God of all possiblity. By the grace of God today we are blessed with children.

With God all things are possible. There is no impossibility with God. There is nothing too hard for him. There is nothing he cannot do. He is the God of possibilities ( Jer. 32:27)

Take a look at your life, what are those things you have termed impossible? I want you to know that with God all things are possible.

Are you challenged in your health and the doctors have concluded that your condition cannot change?

Are you having a relationship problem that seems irreparable?

Are you indebted or going through a financial challenge that seems impossible to be reversed?

Are you having issues of demonic oppression and manipulation?

Have people concluded that it is over with you and that nothing good can come out of you?

The good news is that the things that are impossible with men are possible with God.

No wonder the Lord said. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest" ( Matt. 11:28 NLT)

WHY IS GOD THE GOD OF POSSIBILITIES

1 There is no challenge too difficult for God to solve.

What problem would you bring to God and he wouldn’t solve?

What pain? what sadness? What struggle? What trial? What trouble? What difficulty? What sickness? What sicknessor affliction?

What is that challenge that God cannot resolve?

Mat 19:26 … with men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.

Your lecturer may call you a dullard. The doctor may say there’s nothing else we can do, you are bound to live with this condition forever. The lawyer may say we’ve done all we can do. Man may say it is over with you, but with God all things are possible.

2 There is no prayer he cannot answer: Prayer remains the spiritual platform for having all our needs met. In prayer God's omnipotence meets with man's impotence.

What is it that thing you could ask God for that he cannot do? There is nothing to difficult, to hard you could ask God to do that he cannot do.

"If you can believe, all things are possible to him that believes ( Mark 9:23)

What is that thing you want God to do for you? Can you believe? Then all things are possible.

"Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them." ( Mk. 11:24)

Someone will say, “I prayed and God didn’t answer.” There is no prayer he can’t answer.

He may say yes, he may say no, or he may say wait, but there is no prayer he can't answer.

3 There is no promise he can’t keep.

There are some people who make promises they can’t keep and they don’t intend to keep, but not God.

People could make promises and not fulfill. What promise or promises has God made that he can’t or won’t keep? If God has promised, he is faithful to fulfill.

"… there hath not failed one word of all his good promise, which he promised…” ( 1Kings 8:56)

4 There is no mountain he can’t move.

"If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, remove hence to yonder place; and it shall be moved; and nothing shall be im-possible unto you" ( Mat 17:20)

What mountain do you have in your life? I have good news for you today -- God is in the mountain moving business.

Mountain represent long standing challenges.

Every everlasting and perpetual hill shall bow in Jesus name.

"...And the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting" ( Hab. 3:6) KJV

The same God, who parted the Red Sea, brought down the walls of Jericho, raised the dead to life and made a virgin to conceive and bear a child, is alive today.

I decree that the God of all possibilities will show up on our behalf in Jesus name

PRAYER POINT

O God of all possibilities, visit me this season in the name of Jesus.

Victor udomoh is the Lead Pastor, Ark of Royals Worship Center AKA Engraced Saints Assembly.

*LESSON TO ALL PARENTS!!!*

My father never believed I could amount to anything. Not because I was lazy or stubborn. But because I wasn’t Clement.

Clement: My elder brother was the first son, the pride of the family. He had the brain of ten boys. The kind of child that neighbors used as an example when scolding theirs.

When he passed WAEC with flying colours, we celebrated like it was a wedding.

Papa sold one of his plots of land to send Clement to a private university. He even borrowed money from our church.

I was in SS2 then. I told Papa I wanted to learn tailoring after school.

He waved me off. “Tailor? That’s not a future. Face your books or forget it.”

I faced my books, but not much changed. I was average. Not brilliant, I was just… there.

When Clement came home on holidays, Papa would kill two chickens. Something he never did for any of us.

One day, I overheard Papa telling a visitor,

“Clement will become a big man. That other one? Let’s just say he’s still looking for himself.”

That “other one” was me.

Then Clement graduated.

The night we threw a party for him, Papa cried tears of joy while holding a bottle of malt. He said,

“My joy is full today! My investment is about to yield!”

We all believed it, too.

Until things started changing.

Clement stayed longer in his room. He stopped going out. We found him one night behind the house… sniffing something from a nylon bag, eyes red like fire.

That was the day Papa collapsed.

Turns out, Clement had been taking dru*gs since his third year in school. He never told anyone. The pressure to bring the whole family out of poverty was k!11!ng him inside.

Soon, things began to go missing around the house. Papa’s wristwatch. Mama’s gold earring. Even the ceiling fan from the parlour. Obviously, Clement needed money for his Dr*ugs

The golden boy was falling and fast.

He went in and out of rehab for two years. And when he wasn’t there, he was stealing or lying.

But me?

I had quietly found my path.

When I left secondary school, I begged Mama to talk to Uncle Rasheed, the tailor on our street. I started learning the trade.

While Clement was still battling himself, I got my first shop.

Then I bought my first industrial machine.

Mama would sometimes cry while helping me iron customers’ clothes. “God sees everything, Tope,” she’d whisper. “Keep going.”

Then came the turning point.

Papa had a stroke.

There was no one to run to.

Clement was in rehab again.

Ebun, our last born, was still in school.

So I stepped in.

I paid for the hospital bills. Paid for his drugs. Paid for the physiotherapist that came every evening.

It was my tailoring business that carried the weight Papa thought only Clement could bear.

One afternoon, I returned home in a car I recently bought.

Not to show off, I was just delivering clothes.

Papa was on the veranda, thin and tired. He looked at me for a long time, then said,

“Tope… I was wrong.”

That was all. No long speech. Just three words I’d waited years to hear.

And that night, for the first time ever, he prayed for me.

"Not every star shines the loudest."
"Some glow quietly, in dark corners—waiting to be noticed."My father chose Clement, but life chose me."And in the end, it wasn’t brilliance that saved my family… it was consistency."

*Don’t write off any child. Not every seed grows at the same time, but each one deserves water, light, and love.*

*POUNDER ON THIS*

Choosing Your Life Partner Wisely...

Listen
As you pursue your life partner, please think beyond the package. Always remember that sometimes, great products may not be stored in the most attractive packages you ever wish for or desire.

Do not let go of a very good product this year because of its packaging. Just because the package is not the most attractive in your eyes doesn't imply that the product is not great.

Sometimes, a wife/husband material for you may not be presented in the most attractive package as per your preferences; skin color, body height/size/shape, career, family background, muscle, dimples, etc...

The earlier you get this, the more mature you become and save yourself from depression. That's also where compromise comes in.

I repeat, ...
Do not let go of a potential partner with a very good character because of the packaging not meeting your expectations.

It's sad to learn that the majority keep searching for good products (a partner of good character) with certain expectations about it's packaging (physical appearance), and when they bump into this extremely great product with a packaging different from expectations, they let go of it.

Sadly, they end up picking a very bad product stored in their preferred package, thereby forgoing a very good product.

End result...
"Heartbreak, divorce and depression."

The issue of packaging versus product quality has cost many people.

Wisdom says, "Sometimes good products may not be stored in the most attractive packages you want."

Maturity says, "don't only examine the package, but also the quality of the product."

Don't go for the package but settle for the content. The package is something you can work on and improve. I am sure you have seen people change in physical appearance. That's where value addition comes in.

Bottom line.
Don't be blinded by the packaging. Examine the quality of the product too. If it's bad, please save your future and peace.

I declare into your life according to _Psalm.126: 4_ *"Turn again our captivity, O Lord, as the streams in the south".*

Our God that is capable and ever ready to change your story shall move men and women to do all things to work in your favour today and always in Jesus' Name. From this day, God shall turn things around in you to your advantage. Those who are mocking you shall see the manifestation of God's glory in your life this Month. God shall supply all your physical, spiritual, material, marital and financial needs this season. Scarcity and dryness shall be over in your life and that of your family in Jesus' Name. Amen.
You will be free from all calamities and storms of life in Jesus Christ Mighty Name. This day and all days of your life will continue to bring forth blessings, comfort, goodness and breakthroughs to you personally and to all your family. The grace of Almighty God will move in your favour and that of your family to make you shine like stars all the days of your lives. The light of God will expose every hidden work of darkness in your life and destroy them all in Jesus Christ Mighty Name. Amen.

*Have A Blessed And Glorious Peace Of Mind This Beautiful Thursday.*

_GOOD MORNING_